Wicked Lil' Brat(74)

Yeah, I’m gloating, but so what? I think I’ve earned the right to do it. And if you feel jealous of me… Well, I get it, I really do. But that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to share Mason; oh, no, keep your hands where I can see them. Sorry, I know I’m being possessive… But that won’t change anytime soon.

Breathing so hard that I’m dizzy, I climb off of Mason’s body and, without waiting to see what he wants me to do, I go on all fours on the seat. He gets up in a heartbeat, kneeling behind me, and smacks my ass harshly with the palm of his hand. He does it again and again, and only stops when the pain becomes so deliciously unbearable that I’m moaning in ecstasy and thrusting back at him.

I have my head down, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and so I can’t see him, but I can imagine the wicked grin he has on his face as he presses his glans against my pussy. With one simple thrust, he’s in me again, stretching me as wide as only he can do. I moan and scream, the sound of it blending into something almost inhuman. My voice caresses my eardrums and then claws at it, all while a firestorm rages inside of me, threatening to consume everything that I am.

Maybe I’ll die of pleasure now; maybe my final orgasm will be so intense that I’ll stop breathing, my heart will stop beating, and then my brain will shut down. My soul will float away into the afterlife and, if all this happens, I’m sure that I’m going with a grin on my face. I mean, to go out with Mason’s thick cock ravaging me wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, would it? That’s right.

When I finally come, there’s no screaming or moaning; I place my head against the leather seat and just hiss like a rattlesnake, my throat too ruined to carry on. I almost think that Mason’s done, but when he pulls his cock out of my pussy he runs it along my crack and presses it against my hole. Oh, sweet God… I think I’m really going to OD on pleasure.

“Do it… Do it… Fuck my ass,” I beg him, and he starts to push his cock inside of my hole. It moves in at a slow pace, but it goes steadily all the same. Even though my throat has given up on me, I force myself to scream one more time, the pressure of Mason’s cock on my insides too good for me to remain in silence. “Hard… Fuck me hard,” I continue, and he doesn’t need any further instructions; he starts to thrust as if his life depends on it, ravaging my ass like he never has before.

Remember when I told you that I probably wouldn’t be able to sit straight for days? Yeah, let’s make that weeks. But, once again, the price is worth the admission. Oh, if you could only feel what I’m feeling right now… Every woman on Earth should be fucked like I’m being fucked right now, even if only once in their lives. I can’t imagine living all of my life without experiencing an orgasm so fierce it makes you pass out.

Mason quickly derails my train of thought, burying his cock so deep inside my ass that I have to scream again. At the same time, he slides one hand around my waist and presses down on my clit with two fingers, immediately stroking it at a furious and almost too violent pace.

It doesn’t take long for me to come undone; one more thrust of his cock and my mind snaps, my soul shattering into a thousand little pieces with it. I thrust back, forcing him to push his cock deep into me, and then I hold that position as a violent convulsion takes over me. My muscles are burning, my skin is boiling, and both my heart and lungs are working overtime to keep me alive. It’s a wonder that I still haven’t passed out… I feel exhausted enough to fall unconscious, but I refuse to do it as pleasure still courses through my veins. Even though Mason and I have a lifetime ahead of us, I don’t want to waste one single second of what I’m experiencing now.

“Cum… Cum for me… In my ass…” I find myself telling him, my brain having no say on what words leave my lips. As if my voice had a magical effect on his body, his cock starts to spasm and, half a heartbeat after that, it throbs violently and I feel the warmness of his cum filling my ass.

Instead of gushing his entire load inside of me, Mason pulls his cock out and, still on his knees, starts to stroke himself. I feel thick ropes of cum cover my lower back, ass cheeks and crack, but there’s a whole lot of skin to cover. Grinning devilishly, I turn to him, forcing my body to spend the last reserves of energy, and curl my fingers around his cock. Now I’m the one stroking him, and I’m doing it even more fiercely than he was.

Aiming with his thickness, I point it at my face and, not a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing out like a torrent. I open my mouth immediately, allowing his seed to fall over my tongue and, without wasting time, I swallow as soon as I feel my mouth brimming with his juices. But there’s more inside of him, and he keeps on covering me with semen—my face, neck, tits, and stomach… All of it is a white wet mess, and I already feel it dripping down to between my thighs and caressing my folds.